19.1.13

it was a bitterly cold night and carl kept showing me around the various memorials (abraham lincoln, ww one, ww two etc). save a few people at the lincoln memorial, there was hardly anyone around. we stood at the point were luther king gave his famous "i have a dream" speech. it did feel like touching, alas very lightly, on history. i was happy that night, i even jumped twice on his back. then, we drove back home.